The partial time jump makes little sense, considering that any time travel has to be through both time and space. It is hard to comprehend a malfunction that would leave Cole in exactly the same spatial position while moving him two years ahead.

Cole was alone in 2015, then splintered to 2017.

Christian and Jewish religious kooks working together—-this can't end well!

This show drew the bad reviewer.

Ms. Stephens, did you watch past halfway—-Emma was a ghost, not real.

I don't disagree—-but that makes Elizabeth a flat character, whereas Philip more interestingly seems torn (not to mention enjoying life in the USA more than Elizabeth, as witness his muscle car), and he has genuine affection for Paige (haven't seen much of Henry in any depth lately).

How can Elizabeth's own children be little more than props and tools to her? There does not seem to be any real love there, which I find difficult to understand. It's one thing to be a "true believer," but motherhood should undermine that, as fatherhood (or perhaps just a greater innate decency) does for Philip.

What a snoozefest; and it was a blow to learn the mail robot had lost its security clearance.

It also has what is considered the greatest entrance (by Orson Welles) of an actor in any film.

He's been pretty creative throughout..—-if nothing else, he has a great imagination!

Well he had been pretty much ostracized by Art, and I guess that spread.

So maybe this is not the show for you—-move on!

Sushi and/or sashimi.

Yes, it is that rare (unique?) WWII film showing the Allied occupation as less than noble, plus it was shot on location in war-ravaged Vienna.

Pure zither.

For me the best aspect of BCS is the impressive expertise of Jimmy/Saul: it seems he should be much more successful than he is, which makes it fascinating to see why he isn't. I loved him showing his intimate grasp of the old lady's estate plans!

OK, then I deny Boyd is either. He's living by his own code, not so different from Raylan, doing what he thinks is right for his own gain.

Thank you for checking, I don't have that luxury.

And paint wouldn't flake off cars hit with a bullet.

Psychopath, no—-sociopath, perhaps: he lives by his own code, which includes his right to kill. He doesn't kill to satisfy some drive to do so.